Meng Jiaqi was caught in a dilemma.
If this group of people is led to a dead end according to the original plan, then she will also die without a place to be buried;
But if she was greedy for life and feared death, and led them away from the Ten Fang Killing Formation through the safety exit, she would have missed the best opportunity to get rid of this wicked group.
After weighing the two, he finally clenched his teeth: "I just calculated another plan. It turns out that there are hidden secrets in this formation, and I have applied layers of blindness. The previous road was not an expedient solution, everyone, please come with me."
She cursed her mother in her heart, and reluctantly walked into another elegant and quaint old street.
It is said that the person who designed this formation took advantage of the inertia of thinking that "the most dangerous place is also the safest place, and the most inconspicuous passage is just the exit", and deliberately set the dead end in the most dilapidated alley.
Once someone believes in the above paragraph, they half foot into the gate of hell.
And this beautifully decorated long street is the real exit.
As the crowd gradually went deeper into the long street, the mist around them slowly dissipated silently, leaving a layer of unclear water mist that hung lightly in the corner of the eaves.
Lights were burning on both sides of the street. When Ning Ning looked up and looked around, there were also small stars linked into lines in his pupils.
Different from the buildings we have seen before, the buildings here are high pavilions with carved beams and paintings, and the eaves and corners are raised like birds. The wooden walls are fragrant with ancient charm, and faintly exudes the fragrance of the forest after the rain. At first glance, it looks like a silent giant lined up in a row, giving rise to a little bit of coercion for no reason.
"This should be the former commercial district, right?"
The dazzling array of costume jewelry in the store still retains the appearance of a hundred years ago. After all, Ning Ning is a young girl, and she was dazzled for a while: "The city of Jialan must have been very prosperous back then."
Meng Jiaqi subconsciously said proudly, "That's natural."
After a pause, I felt that this sentence was too obvious to reveal the tendency, so I added with a dry smile: "I heard from my father that this place used to be prosperous for a while, and it was a famous big city among the demon clan."
"Hey, look! That's not who's standing over there—"
He Zhizhou's voice suddenly sounded, and he was so excited that he almost broke: "Your senior sister Zheng Weiqi!"
Ning Ning moved his fingertips when he heard the words, and followed his line of sight.
Seeing this, he was immediately stunned.
A blood-red figure stood in front of the shop at the end of the street, holding the pillar in front of the door while holding down a small notebook to record something.
Looking at the man's face again, it was so bloody that it seemed that he had just stepped off the Peking Opera stage, and he was about to sing "The Red-faced Guan Gong Fights Changsha".
As for her men's clothes, there were also blood stains, some belonged to others, and some came from her own. Several bloodstains spread all over her arms and calves, and they were almost solidified.
Ning Ning was frightened when she saw it, and hurriedly called out, "Senior sister!"
The Peking Opera master Zheng Weiqi raised her head and gave her a simple and honest smile, coughing up blood while laughing: "Ningning is here! Come and see, there are so many beautiful ideas in this jewelry store, thanks to them, I can Suddenly I thought of many new inspirations, and I hope to make money by selling goods!"
shock! A student of a certain Xiuxian Vocational and Technical College was physically and mentally strong, and he did such a thing with blood all over his body!
- So you are already coughing up blood, and your first reaction is not to heal your wounds, but to develop your business of carrying goods, senior sister! No need, really no need!
Ning Ning couldn't rest assured, she walked up to her and asked, "Senior sister, why are you so badly injured?"
"Oh! You said that?"
It was only at this moment that Zheng Weiqi finally realized that she was injured, glanced at random, and chuckled casually: "There are many formations in the city, I accidentally stepped on a few, and fought with various remnants inside. , no problem."
After she said that, her eyes lit up, and she greeted Ningning with great interest: "Don't worry about this, come and see my newly designed silver hairpin! The combination of ancient and modern, there is a small mechanism at the end that is not easy to detect, absolutely-"
Before he could finish speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. With the unfinished reverberation, those who didn't know thought it was the musical fountain that was dyed red.
Zheng Weiqi was shocked: "Oops, my manuscript is dirty!"
Ning Ning:…
How should I put it, the brain circuits of your sword cultivators are really unique.
While the two were talking, the other three also walked along the long street.
After introducing each other, Meng Jiaqi looked at Zheng Weiqi's flushed face like Watermelon Taro, and had a plan.
She is a fox spirit with strong roots, and she is best at teasing others. Hearing Ning Ning call her "Elder Sister", this woman must have a high status. If she can win her favor, she will not be bullied by the other three.
Right now, Zheng Weiqi is seriously injured, which is when she is the weakest. She only needs to create a gentle village that no one can refuse, so that the other party can indulge in it willingly and treat her with all her heart. This trick is the beauty trick.
"Miss Zheng."
Meng Jiaqi covered her mouth in surprise, stepped forward to support Zheng Weiqi's arm, and leaned against her, intentionally or unintentionally: "Why did you suffer such a serious injury? I see, let's take a good rest first and let me paint Miss Zheng some. Medicine?"
Zheng Weiqi had always been obsessed with this street, and when she heard this proposal, she immediately nodded with a smile: "That's what I mean! Then listen to Miss Meng and stay here for the first time—"
Before she could finish a word, she suddenly froze.
Meng Jiaqi pursed her lips and chuckled, and a glimmer of pride flashed in her eyes.
She secretly released Meixiang, which can make people who smell it obsessed with her in every possible way, and the favorability is doubled. The reason why she didn't use it against other people was because her cultivation base was not high, and she was useless to several other people.
But Zheng Weiqi was hit hard and must be unable to resist.
"Miss Meng is so fragrant!"
The pleasing smile in Zheng Weiqi's tone became more and more obvious, which made her sneer at the bottom of her heart.
Stinky Jianxiu, in the end, was not planted in her hands.
Unexpectedly, the woman beside her suddenly paused and lowered her voice mysteriously: "Miss Meng, from my experience, you must have been marinated by inferior cosmetics. Why don't you come and see my exclusive secret facial cream? With cinnabar, there is absolutely no such bizarre taste."
Meng Jiaqi: ...
God he ○ cosmetics marinated.
and many more.
So her so-called "pleasant smile" before was not bewildered, but a kind of—
The tone of the business when persuading people to buy goods? !
are you crazy! ! !
Meng Jiaqi is so angry.
But the play that I play, I have to finish it when I cry.
So she forced her face to smile and listened to Zheng Weiqi talking about what she needed to know about buying and selling goods and cosmetics for a whole column of incense time. In the end, she was really impatient, but found that the other party completely forgot the passage of time, and continued to run around with her mouth full of hype.
If the plan failed, Meng Jiaqi had another plan.
She heard the words of the senior sister of Xuanxu Sword Sect in her left ear and out in her right ear, nodded vigorously like the hand of a lucky cat, and finally moved her feet at the right moment, and slammed forward.
Just threw herself into Zheng Weiqi's chest.
The blood stains on her clothes smeared her hands and face, and Meng Jiaqi disliked it in her heart, but she said softly and coquettishly: "I'm sorry, I seem to have twisted my foot. I'll get up right away—ah!"
Halfway through she got up, she suddenly pretended to be in great pain and threw herself into Zheng Weiqi's arms again.
This trick, men will be moved, women will be soft-hearted, no one can resist.
Sure enough, Zheng Weiqi was stunned for a moment, and finally there was a hint of tension in her tone: "Are you alright, Miss Meng?"
"I'm fine."
Meng Jiaqi was about to cry, and pretended to wipe her tears: "It's just that my legs and feet hurt, and I may not be able to move for a while... I'm sorry, I'm really useless for causing trouble to everyone."
"Miss Meng, don't say that!"
Zheng Weiqi's tone was so eager that she subconsciously raised the corners of her mouth, but in the next instant, her smile was stifled in the cradle.
Zheng Weiqi said solemnly: "Although it's useless for Miss Meng to have a peculiar smell, you can't say that you are useless! You—"
The scene fell into an awkward silence.
He Zhizhou, who was watching a good show by eating melons, couldn't hold back and laughed outright.
Zheng Weiqi was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, why did I directly speak my heart."
Meng Jiaqi: …
She is so tired.
She is just a mediocre but cute little fox, why is she destined to suffer this kind of human suffering.
Her body is still here, but her heart has left with the dead Qin Chuan.
"Miss Meng, don't worry! With me here, I won't let you hold everyone back."
Zheng Weiqi saw her expression of sadness, and hurriedly tried to remedy it: "I made a mobility machine, you can keep up with us without having to walk by yourself."
The eldest sister under Tianxianzi's family is a money-making maniac. In addition to buying and selling goods at the foot of the mountain, she also creates her own swordsmanship, publishes books, and invents some novel gadgets.
Meng Jiaqi tried to pull out a smile that was uglier than crying: "You say it."
"This is it!"
Zheng Weiqi got the answer, and she suddenly became interested. The storage bag in his hand flickered with golden light, and a huge appliance in the shape of a waterwheel appeared on the ground.
There is also a wooden plank across the middle, like a torture rack.
"My manufacturing principle is borrowed from waterwheels and windmills, and it's like this."
She spoke eloquently, her eyes brightened: "As long as you are tied in the middle of the round wheel, and then let another person push it forward, it will be able to turn and carry you forward at the same time - is it labor-saving and convenient? Don't worry!"
Meng Jiaqi: Haha.
You are not a means of transportation, but an automatic execution tool.
A normal person is tied to it and turned around a few times before dying, okay? In their demon world, is there a prop that is tortured to extract confessions exactly as this thing
She was tired of saying those four words. But-
You are sick! ! !
She originally thought that she finally met a normal person, but why are you more troublesome than the other three, big sister! Could it be that your Xuanxu sect is ranked according to the degree of illness
Zheng Weiqi's eyes were full of little stars, looking at her with great anticipation.
Meng Jiaqi knew that this was the meaning of asking her to come forward and use it.
She could already imagine what it would look like for a while.
A dying fox was tied to a wooden frame like meat on a chopping board, and as the waterwheel turned, the vomit bloomed in the air into a never-fading flower.
He Zhizhou laughed and laughed, but Ning Ning couldn't bear it, so he interrupted the conversation between the two: "Senior sister, Brother He and I were traveling in the city before and found a letter written in the ancient script of Jialan City. I'm afraid. There are many monsters in the city, and they all have some connection with the ancient city, maybe they are the remnants of Jialan a hundred years ago."
Only then did Zheng Weiqi recover from her fanatical sales pitch, and coughed reluctantly: "Really? If it is really a remnant of Garan, what is their purpose of stealing the souls of the people? Could it be for the rumored one? Young City Lord?"
It was only then that she finally had the temperament of a decent disciple: "It's really hateful to let countless people die for the sake of that one person."
"Stealing souls?"
After a very short silence, a confused female voice sounded softly, as if muttering to herself: "Didn't you just take in the essence?"
As soon as these words came out, all eyes at the scene gathered on Meng Jiaqi who was speaking.
Quietness is the flute of parting, and silence is Cambridge tonight.
"You, look at what I do!"
Meng Jiaqi knew that he had made a mistake, and blushed and stammered: "I heard from my father that he said that everyone in the city has been deprived of their essence, not their souls - if the essence is taken away, it can be restored, where does it come from? What life is better than death, you guys are just spitting blood!"
This tone, this demeanor.
Like guarding a calf.
Ning Ning held back the sentence "Daddy you said, is it you?" and pretended to look around at the scenery.
Everyone was helping Miss Meng to cover her vest, but she never thought she was a self-destructing truck. She went on the road with bombs and gunpowder.
Meng Jiaqi was tossed by this group of people until his head was muddy. He was so anxious at the moment, and seeing the wrong expressions on their faces, he immediately gritted his teeth and shouted: "You don't believe me? I'm really a good guy. people!"
One, good man.
Grass, I used to say it smoothly when I was a fox.
The self-destruction truck thumped and drove. She thought that the previous sentence was the end of everything, but she didn't expect it to be just the beginning.
Meng Jiaqi: …
Ning Ning:…
Meng Jiaqi: "Huh."
Meng Jiaqi: "Am I exposed?"
Ning Ning saw that something was wrong with her expression, as if she had been stimulated by something, and after thinking for a while, she said comfortably: "Miss Meng, don't be too sad. In fact, your acting skills are quite good, and we didn't notice anything wrong."
Unexpectedly, the other party was stunned for a while, but he actually evoked a crazy upward arc from the corner of his mouth, and interrupted her with a voice that was about to break: "Sad? Who said I was sad!"
She said, hey haha laughed, and couldn't say whether the joy of crazy in the laughter or sorrowful of tears: "Oh, okay, I was exposed! Hahahahahaha haha finally exposed!"
Celebrating all over the world, beating gongs and drums, there is such a great deed in the world!
She finally doesn't have to stay beside this group of people anymore! Go to his troubled little white flower, go to his undercover, before she had no choice, now she just wants to be a bad person hahahahaha!
Ning Ning hesitated, and exchanged a wink with the senior sister beside her.
Meng Jiaqi was shivering all over, and finally he was able to say the words that had been hidden in his heart for a long time without any hesitation: "You bunch of wolf-hearted things are not human!"
"You!" She suddenly turned her head to look at Ning Ning, her face grim, "As soon as we met, he took the hostage and said, 'If the hostage is dead, surrender quickly', and then she even made me a weak woman as a meat shield, a pure-blooded scum. what!"
Ning Ning:…
"And you!"
Meng Jiaqi turned around abruptly, almost out of breath, and stared at Zheng Weiqi viciously: "Do you have any mental illness? That thing is something that can be made by human beings? I bah! Quickly take it and commit suicide, idiot! And , what does it mean that the makeup is marinated, the old lady is body fragrance!"
Zheng Weiqi: …
Meng Jiaqi was refreshed, and looked at He Zhizhou on the other side: "And you! 'The autopsy results show that the deceased died of autopsy'? What's in your stunted brain! Qin Chuan's hatred The old lady will definitely keep it in her heart, even if she becomes a ghost, she will not let you go! Just wait and see for me!"
He Zhizhou: …
She finally looked at Pei Ji.
Pei Ji's expression did not change, and she even raised her eyebrows coldly, looking at her somewhat mockingly and provocatively.
Meng Jiaqi laughed in his heart and ignored him with a stiff expression.
"Miss Meng," Ning Ning took a tentative step forward, "Are you okay?"
"What 'Meng girl'!"
Meng Jiaqi frowned and used a firm tone that would rather die: "Quick, call me a 'heinous spy'!"
Ning Ning didn't dare to stimulate this fragile nerve, so he blinked his eyes hesitantly, followed her wishes and said in a soft voice, "Okay, okay. That... you heinous spy."
what.
Meng Jiaqi heard it like a spring breeze and took a deep breath.
The sound of heaven.
How precious are these seven words, her world has become fragrant and the grass is green, and a heart full of holes has finally been stitched up.
"Don't talk. Let's feel with our hearts."
Meng Jiaqi closed his eyes and grinned until the corners of his mouth cramped: "I, Meng Jiaqi, are a heinous spy. Hee hee hee."
"Help, help."
He Zhizhou felt his scalp go numb, and his toes slammed into the soles of his shoes: "Miss Meng, she's driven crazy by us? With her appearance, she can play "The Grudge" and "Old Corpse in a Mountain Village" in minutes. When Chu Renmei sees it, she will call her an expert."
Ning Ning was also a little worried. After thinking for a while, she took a step closer to her and said loudly, "Miss Meng, I'll show you something."
Meng Jiaqi turned his head in a trance, watching Ning Ning take out a storage bag and take something out of it.
A mass of white flowers, with a slight pink color, two long, like rabbit ears.
and many more.
rabbit
A big white and fat rabbit sprang out of the storage bag. Because Ning Ning grabbed its ears, it could only dangle its limbs randomly.
While twisting, he shouted in a bow-like shape, and a thick male voice resounded through the street: "Happy Chinese New Year, big brother and big sister! Tutu is here to give you one bow, two bows and three bows. I hope my brothers and sisters will let Tutu go home, Tutu. I'm really scared-"
When the rabbit said this, his eyes widened and he was suddenly dumbfounded, looking at Meng Jiaqi in disbelief.
Just because I saw you one more time in the crowd, I can't forget your face again.
The two heinous villains were silent and choked, their eyes full of vicissitudes. In the end, they all made a sound at the same time, and the level of misery was comparable to that of the monkeys on both sides of the strait.
- "Chuan'er!"
- "Sister Qiu!"
The cold wind blew, evoking the woman's blue silk like a waterfall, and the unkempt white hair of the rabbit.
One person and one rabbit, each other was speechless, only tears flowed like two rows of Lanzhou ramen.